"Nothing?" he repeats, with a pleasant hum, eyes fluttering shut briefly. She's so nice to him. "I just worry I will want something you will not like..."
Her hand leaves his cock for a moment because she'd like his full attention.
"We don't do things like that anymore, Clive," she reminds him. Well, she doesn't, as she was the only one to really do that. Never again. "I'm sorry that I worried you by not responding. Truthfully, I saw the picture moments before Dion returned to our table."
“If you didn’t like it, I wouldn’t ask you to pretend you did,” he says, even if he’s tempted to not say anything at all. He owes her his honesty, too. But more importantly, with a growing alarm: “I didn’t consider Dion might see it…”
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"I don't think so," she reassures. "You worry about upsetting me too much, Clive."
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"You looked like you expected me to yell at you when I came home." Funny, in retrospect, but also sad. She'd never. Not over a picture.
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"We don't do things like that anymore, Clive," she reminds him. Well, she doesn't, as she was the only one to really do that. Never again. "I'm sorry that I worried you by not responding. Truthfully, I saw the picture moments before Dion returned to our table."
She wasn't going to open his messages. Too risky.
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This time, his concern makes her laugh.
"I know you didn't! I began to sweat. But he suspected nothing, so I suppose that makes me better at acting than I thought."
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"We should put you in a film," he murmurs. "I would like to watch you, too. Or look at you, at least..."